[climbing in the window]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! What the hell you doing in here?
Hi! I'm-- I'm Greg, Pam's friend.
What? Were you just sniffing my boxers, dude?
No, dude, no. No, no, she said I could come up here, maybe borrow some clothes from you.
Do me a favor. Close the door.
Okay.
Quick. Tell anybody I wasn't here?
No, they think you're asleep.
Yeah, so, it's all good. You scared me.
Dad keeps you guys under a pretty close watch, huh?
No, it's not that bad. Your little Pamcake's got it a lot worse than I do. Oh! You need some clothes.
Yes, that would be-- that would be great.
Glad to hook you up. All right?
Cool. Like what you done with the crib. [looking at a poster] Oh, L'il Kim. She's phat. [Denny stares at him, confused.] P-H phat.
Yeah, I think these ought a do it. All right, here you go, chief. All right! Enjoy!
Thanks a lot, Denny. No problem. Oh, and don't worry about the little covert op, all right? I'll keep it on the lowdown.
Down low.
No doubt.
